It Sucks to be Dudette
This one could have also been titled, "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished"
Apparently the Gods of Mootings have taken a very dim view of Dudette's recent attempt to help me with my mooting plight. Her punishment is, naturally, a mooting of her very own. Worse, this is a cross-continental mooting, scheduled well after Normal Office Hours, and the real insult to injury is that she may brought this upon her own head by simply being a good WorkerBee. (Verily, the Gods of Mooting are a vindictive lot...)
What follows is Dudette's lamention, scrubbed and paraphrased to protect, well, not the innocent, but Companies are always on the lookout for some disgruntled (as opposed to gruntled) WorkerBee sullying their good name by having the temerity to openly make a complaint about them. (Ungrateful peasant!)
Recent interactions with [overseas arm of Dudette'sCompany] had left me with more than one unanswered question. I was tired of the once per day email exchange that simile's to this:
Dudette: Could you provide details surrounding the [project]. (Which apparently was read to mean: Could you provide details surrounding the required functionality of a Minbari Hat-rack)
Comrade Overseas [Ed: apparently named Kosh]: Doors placed on the kitchen cabinets must be able to open and close easily.
Dudette [Ed: doing her best Corben Dallas]: Uh huh...
Anyway, I called the product line manager and asked him for an additional source of information - a document or perhaps someone local. And what do i get for my diligence? You guessed it, an evening, dial-in from my home, mumbling a prayer that the kids somehow squash the usual 17 requests for stories, re-tuck-ins and glasses of water, post litl'un bed-time, mooting!
Oh, Father, forgive my pomposity and disregard for the law of mootings which states: You cannot hide and you certainly cannot escape, the indelible schedule hogger, the mooting. [Ed: And you'd better not help your fellow It Sucks to be Us Club member with one either...]
Oh, Dudette! Such a price you pay! You're loyalty to me does not go unnoticed or unappreciated! When the day of your entrance on this little mudball arrives, we shall gather and celebrate its passing in grand fashion!
[Update: Ye, the Gods of Mooting are vicious indeed. Not only has Dudette suffered a cross-continental evening mooting, she was subsequently piled on with the dreaded Weekend Mooting, infinitely worse than the Evening Mooting. (Technically it was a seminar, or some such, but still a mooting in my book...)]
Apparently the Gods of Mootings have taken a very dim view of Dudette's recent attempt to help me with my mooting plight. Her punishment is, naturally, a mooting of her very own. Worse, this is a cross-continental mooting, scheduled well after Normal Office Hours, and the real insult to injury is that she may brought this upon her own head by simply being a good WorkerBee. (Verily, the Gods of Mooting are a vindictive lot...)
What follows is Dudette's lamention, scrubbed and paraphrased to protect, well, not the innocent, but Companies are always on the lookout for some disgruntled (as opposed to gruntled) WorkerBee sullying their good name by having the temerity to openly make a complaint about them. (Ungrateful peasant!)
Recent interactions with [overseas arm of Dudette'sCompany] had left me with more than one unanswered question. I was tired of the once per day email exchange that simile's to this:
Dudette: Could you provide details surrounding the [project]. (Which apparently was read to mean: Could you provide details surrounding the required functionality of a Minbari Hat-rack)
Comrade Overseas [Ed: apparently named Kosh]: Doors placed on the kitchen cabinets must be able to open and close easily.
Dudette [Ed: doing her best Corben Dallas]: Uh huh...
Anyway, I called the product line manager and asked him for an additional source of information - a document or perhaps someone local. And what do i get for my diligence? You guessed it, an evening, dial-in from my home, mumbling a prayer that the kids somehow squash the usual 17 requests for stories, re-tuck-ins and glasses of water, post litl'un bed-time, mooting!
Oh, Father, forgive my pomposity and disregard for the law of mootings which states: You cannot hide and you certainly cannot escape, the indelible schedule hogger, the mooting. [Ed: And you'd better not help your fellow It Sucks to be Us Club member with one either...]
Oh, Dudette! Such a price you pay! You're loyalty to me does not go unnoticed or unappreciated! When the day of your entrance on this little mudball arrives, we shall gather and celebrate its passing in grand fashion!
[Update: Ye, the Gods of Mooting are vicious indeed. Not only has Dudette suffered a cross-continental evening mooting, she was subsequently piled on with the dreaded Weekend Mooting, infinitely worse than the Evening Mooting. (Technically it was a seminar, or some such, but still a mooting in my book...)]
posted by The Doctor at Wednesday, April 27, 2005
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